::Lael shuddered. While she didn't normal mind small spaces, being stuck inside this tin can for months at a time with no shoreleave in sight was starting to get to her. The Deflector Control Room was small and cramped. Most of it was filled with consoles and equipment, leaving little standing room. ::

::It was one of those high pressure moments. They'd found a fissure that could possibly take them home. But the catch was if they didn't tune it just right, they could end up in another universe altogether. It didn't help that Erik Jansen was sticking close, waiting for a perfect moment to blow them to pieces.::